Reborn Daughter: The Young Lady Wants to Make a Trouble

When Xueyue was only a few steps away from her tent, she was forced to stop again. Her eyes fell on the collar of his broad chest. When he crossed his arms, the fitted clothes could not hide the contours of his undulating muscles.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to intervene sooner."

"I'm not a damsel in distress. I don't need to be saved." Xue Yue raised an eyebrow and added, "Besides, Commander, you didn't swear to protect me."

Commander Wen Jinkai's eyes widened slightly at her bold remarks. He had expected her to be frightened by her encounter with the Fourth Prince, but to his surprise, she behaved very well and in a fancy way. Except for a missing hairpin, not a hair was out of place.

"That's true, but it's a gentleman's duty to help—"

"I don't need help, but I appreciate the thought." Xueyue smiled. "Commander, I can handle myself just fine."

Wen Jinkai's cold eyes softened a little at her words. "I have no doubt about your ability."

"Then why did you try to interfere?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could catch herself. She froze, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant—"

"It's all right," he said immediately.

Xueyue tried to ignore how smooth his voice was, but it was low and masculine. It was rude, but not in a bad way.

"Xueyue, you are a very capable woman," he said. "But there is nothing wrong with relying on someone occasionally. Being too independent will only make you exhausted."

“In this world, we can only rely on ourselves.”

"That's not what you mean," Wen Jinkai responded softly, taking a step toward her. He expected her to react timidly, taking a hesitant step back, as he had seen her do during archery competitions. Instead, she raised her chin defiantly, stood her ground, and crossed her arms.

"Commander, you're too close to me."

I am now?" He resisted the urge to smile as he saw her brow furrow slightly. Her brows knitted together, forming lines between them. "You've been hurt before," he whispered, his eyes taking in her defensive posture.

Though it was barely visible, he could see it in the tenseness of her shoulders and the tightening of her fingers. "Not everyone wants to hurt you," he whispered, taking another step forward.

"Take another step and I'll step on your foot."

"I want you to step on them while you dance, or maybe," he closed the distance between them, standing dangerously close. "You could step on them to get to me."

"Are you always so friendly to women?" Xueyue narrowed her eyes. She wanted to step back and increase the distance between them, but she didn't want to lose this challenge.

At this time, some people were secretly looking at them. Of course, no one looked directly at them. However, many people were watching them out of the corner of their eyes.

"why do you ask?"

“It’s really unpleasant.”

"Really?" he whispered, reaching up to tuck her loose hair behind her ear. Her whole body stiffened under his gentle touch. She hadn't expected his large frame to be so gentle. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as his fingers brushed behind her ear. It was a soft touch that came and went as quickly as it did.

Before Xueyue could come to her senses, her body suddenly tensed up. He straightened his nonchalant posture and gently pushed her behind him.

"Wang Longhe." His deadly voice was enough to freeze the Fourth Prince in his tracks. The air around him suddenly became suffocating.

"commander."

Before Xueyue could turn around, she felt him pinching her upper arm hard.

"Let's go." he whispered.

"I don't need your help," she muttered, trying to turn around, but his vise was too strong and she couldn't move.

"You don't need it, but I'll give it to you anyway."

"why?"

“Because I care.”

Before Xueyue could react, she was gently pushed again. She raised her head, and the angry expression on her face turned into an awkward smile.

"Brother Chen." She greeted him and then looked at Li Wenmin again. "Brother Wen."

She didn't look too happy with the twins. She couldn't tell if they were angrier at her or at the two brooding men in front of her.

Li Wenmin turned his gaze away from Wen Jinkai's shoulder and looked at the rebellious young lady in front of him. "Xueyue, let's go back to the tent."

Xueyue swallowed his saliva. Xiaoyue was no longer there. He was really angry.

"Okay..." Her voice gradually tapered off, and she stole a last glance at the commander. Li Chenyang walked behind her.

"There's nothing to see." Li Chenyang snorted coldly and motioned for her to follow Li Wenmin.

"Looking at dirty things will hurt your eyes." Li Wenmin added briefly and took Xueyue into the tent.

She wasn't sure if he meant the prince or the commander. Of course, it was neither. Both men were handsome and respectable in their own right.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked suddenly, causing the three of them to stop.

They were angry, yes, but not at her. They were more upset with themselves for not intervening sooner. They hadn't stormed out of the tent before because their mother had been holding them back.

"Let's talk about this in the tent." Li Chenyang said as he walked to the heavy curtains.

Immediately, a guard pulled it aside and they walked inside, only to be met by an angry Duchess.

Xueyue was ready to listen to the class, but was surprised to see Duchess Li Qixing stomping towards the twins.

“You,” she hissed, grabbing Li Wenmin’s ear, and then Li Chenyang’s ear, “and you!” She frowned: “How can you interfere?”

"Mother-"

"No, don't call me Wenmin 'Mom'!" she huffed. "How could you ruin Xueyue's chances of finding a good suitor?"

"She doesn't need a good suitor! What she needs is an old woman." Li Wenmin pouted.

"Old woman?!" Duchess Li Qixing screamed, twisting his ear further. He cried out in pain as he tried to break free from her grasp.

"Is this an old woman's face?" She pointed at Xueyue and asked blankly.

"Yes," Li Chenyang answered immediately, "I think - woo woo..." When his mother began to twist his ears, he cried out in annoyance.

"I don't care what you think, you just ruined her chance to be with the Commander!"

"It doesn't seem to be." A new voice sounded, and everyone's eyes turned to it.

Li Chenyang glanced outside the king's tent and then walked in.

"What do you mean?" asked Duchess Li Qixing. She turned to her husband with a curious look.

"Wait and see," he said sincerely. Everyone watched him lazily walk to a chair and sit down, motioning for the servant to pour him some tea.